Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 43

Spencer floored the gas pedal all the way to Dorsey International, and when he reversed to park beneath the towering edifice, he scraped a Lamborghini that was just pulling into the spot next door.

Recognizing the familiar license plate, his brow furrowed with irritation as he stepped out of the car. Of all the rotten luck, he just had to run into this jinx!

A petite girl emerged from the other vehicle, her nose adorned with designer shades, her skin so smooth it almost glared in the sunlight. She glanced up at the imposing Dorsey Tower, slid her sunglasses off, and let out a sharp whistle that cut through the hustle and bustle of the crowd before tossing them carelessly back into her car.

The tattoos covering her exposed, pale arms belied her girlish demeanor, giving her an air of rebelliousness.

Upon s

seeing Spencer, she turned and greeted him with a casual swagger. “Spencer.”

Tiffanie Harkins, clad in a crop top tank, slung her purse over her shoulder with a flamboyant toss.

“I heard you got the boot from Maxie, and that Brielle got bumped up to director?”

of Victoria, the Dorsey family’s fourth daughter, notorious for her extravagant spending and for cycling through boyfriends like seasonal outfits. She was the black sheep of the capital’s elite, her reputation in

adorning her arm, his expression souring. “Who told

blinked, stifling an unladylike yawn. “Just got back from the family estate. Uncle

to avoid further entanglement, Spencer made to head upstairs

never short of cash, simply called for a tow to the garage and flashed a toothy grin

of her dressed so inappropriately, daring

control. This was the time for executive meetings; making

with

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Chepler

nonchalantly.

by Dorsey International the previous day had set new rules for departmental appointments, challenging their

against the man seated before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his presence casting a

scanned the room with a quiet gaze, briefly noting the newly promoted Brielle before

discussions. Her eyes met Max’s just as a beam

“Ms. Haywood?”